Gina is our guest host for today’s Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. He asks us to write about a scent we remember. Apple Me Too Many is drawn from my memories of living in a farm house on 30 acres of land in rural Iowa, from 1974 to 1976. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!

Many of the old Victorian houses we rented as a kid, had cold storage bins, or shelves with screens on them–apples, potatoes and onions were kept there. Later, that part was never included in modern kitchens or back porches; more’s the shame.

drunken bees was so funny Lillian! I have just read “secret lives of bees” so bees were were still buzzing in my head! your description took me to a woodsy place with sweet scent of overripe apples, the scent so heavy in the air I could collapse in a safe haven.